Why Are You In My Bed, Mr. Yue?

"Cut!" the crew outside shouted.

Yan Qingsi sat up and looked at the warm, smooth face of Qin Jingzhi. "It's just like how you're treating everyone so nicely, but in reality, is that really so? Only you know the answer."

Qin Jingzhi's face darkened as he shot Yan Qingsi an ominous look. "Look, kid, some things are better left unsaid, you never know when it's going to land you in trouble."

"I'm not guaranteed to be out of trouble even if I didn't say it," Yan Qingsi sniggered. "Now if you'll excuse me, Uncle, I want to get off the bed."

"Get off the bed? But I heard Yan Qingsi usually does her best work on the bed though…"

Those were despicable words, but Qin Jingzhi's voice can make the most despicable of things sound absolutely normal.

Yan Qingsi gave him a radiant smile, so it seemed Xu Qianxi had spread the rumors of her sleeping with everyone to the whole production crew.